216: Lightning Bugs
Lighting Bugs
You caught a lightning bug in your hand
gently, slowly,
more like a landing ramp than a trap.
You held it to me
as if to say
Here’s a little light.
You need a little light.
It was after we talked about the storm
and before the sun set,
somewhere in between
the last news brief
and the next one.
I need a little light
We need a little light
Oh honey you we’re right.
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good
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